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Laying flat on his back in Goro's bed, Ryuji did nothing but stare into the darkness, wide awake, unable to stop feeling so fucking anxious. It's not a big deal and nor will it be the end of the world, but his nerves won't allow him to feel otherwise. Goro remained turned away from Ryuji, a little curled up, which... may have been more adorable than Ryuji wanted to admit. He thinks he's been asleep for awhile now with how quiet and still he's been. The blond finds a hint of solace in that, at least.
That is, until Goro carefully adjusts, like he's trying to keep the bit of space between him and Ryuji, and he isn't sure how to feel about that.
Or:
Ryuji's anxiety over sharing a bed with his boyfriend for the first time.
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03 Aug 2024
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Goro hums into the quiet after a few moments, relaxing into the blond, and Ryuji can feel the faint rumble from his chest as he holds him; that alone is enough to finally begin soothing him to sleep.
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I'll Tell You My Sins (and You Can Sharpen Your Knife) by Anonymous
Fandoms: A3! (Video Game)
06 Jun 2024
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Eight slices. Two cigarettes. Three hours. No more. No exceptions.
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12 Jun 2024
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Chikage came home late the other night, bandages peeking out from beneath his sleeves. The right arm was sloppy. It always is. Hisoka offered to help, but Chikage closed his eyes, smiled, and left.
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Sunflower by CozyFireMarshmallow (TrashFireMarshmallow)
Fandoms: 新世界狂歡｜NU: carnival (Video Game)
15 May 2024
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While working away in his garden on one warm spring afternoon, Quincy is visited by the old fox, and the two begin a discussion on the language of flowers.
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16 May 2024
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He moved down the line of fragrant blossoms until he stood above a small bunch of white flowers. The primrose had previously started to wilt, but after some care, they looked vibrant and healthy. Quincy knew the language of this particular flower. Soft yet bitter memories floated through his mind's eye. I cannot live without you. He stroked the velvety petal with his finger, and then he looked at the old fox who, aside from Topper, was the only constant in his life. Things that he'd considered constant in the past were just temporary, and when he'd lost them, the pain was indescribable. Even though he felt he would break apart plenty of times, he was still alive.
But if he lost Kuya…
The old fox was as sure as the forest, as sure as Quincy's tomorrow, or as his own essence. After centuries by his side, Kuya was so embedded within Quincy that if he lost him, it'd leave a wound that could very well be incompatible with life. “How about this one?”
“Oh, this one.” Kuya knelt by Quincy’s side and looked at the white bud in silence. “I don't recall the symbolism of this flower.” A lie, but that was alright. Kuya shared Quincy’s feelings, even if the concept uneased him too much to speak it aloud.
Quincy selected one of the white primrose blossoms and carefully separated it from its stem. At his side, Kuya looked at the little flower clasped between his fingers, his head slightly tilted, and his right ear twitching in interest. He said nothing, but remained curious about what Quincy intended to do.
Quincy lifted the flower upward, and tied it into the old fox’s hair. Once he realized what he was doing, Kuya made no move to protest, but closed his eyes and let out a lengthy sigh.
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“...Can I tell you a secret, Haru?”
“You may tell me anything.”
“I hate the monarchy. I hate working for the king, always under his thumb. And I hate your fiance, too. The whole lot of ‘em are looking out for themselves and only themselves. When I awoke to my Persona and the king recruited me as a knight, I wanted to say no. But then he would’ve had me exiled - or worse. I had no choice in the matter. That’s my big secret. I’m as much of a rebel as the Persona suggests. But there’s no room for rebels like me, is there? The price for rebellion is death. Still, seeing the way people in power treat their citizens and even their own family… it makes me so angry, I can’t stand it.”
“May I tell you a secret, too, Ryuji?”
“Yes, of course.”
“I hate them, too.”
Ryuji’s quiet for a long time. So long, in fact, that Haru turns around to look at him. He’s sitting on the bed, looking at her, the lamp light dancing in his warm brown eyes.
“Haru,” he says. “Do you think some things are worth dying for?”
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Fantasy AU, Haru is the princess of a kingdom and Ryuji is her appointed knight. They get to know each other, fall in love, and Haru learns what it means to live for yourself.Series
- Part 3 of Kiss Ryuji Week 2024
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04 May 2024
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Ryuji’s quiet for a long time. So long, in fact, that Haru turns around to look at him. He’s sitting on the bed, looking at her, the lamp light dancing in his warm brown eyes.
“Haru,” he says. “Do you think some things are worth dying for?”
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Light, dark, gratitude for both. (Set during South. Hill. Prison.)
Stage crew are meant to go unnoticed. All lights point towards the stage, so it’s not hard to melt into the shadows. Costumes catch in the light; makeup keeps actors looking vibrant. Of course everyone looks towards where it’s brightest, even the actors themselves. They were first to fall in love with the spotlight, after all. With eyes on their love, not all remember the shadows, and fewer try to understand them.
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04 May 2024
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The lights land full force on Juza, illuminating him in a pure, brilliant glow. It’s dazzling and proud, filtering him through the gaze of a lover. It caresses each lock of his hair, each angle and joint, each line his body makes. As though the light loved him in return.
Juza stands back and allows it to happen. More than that: he welcomes it, embracing it gratefully, joyfully. If he had shrunk from it earlier in rehearsal, he shows none of it now. Surrounded by the light on stage, darkness in the theatre, he stands tall. His shadow, stretched to full height behind him, does the same.